Healing is meant to hurt,

But no one tells us so

It is the sting of metamorphosis

The collapsing grief of letting go

As our hearts begin to remember

The bittersweet of our history

When we see the whole perspective

Of life, of loss, of synchronicity.

It will not last forever, dear soul,

Though at present all is lonely and cold

No matter how bitter the ache

Or how far away we feel from home,

There is relief in each painful release

Light reflecting in the tears that fall

When we reach the other side of grief

Where all is finally still and calm.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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